His Sinful Cravings

Spoiled brat

Emery POV

I moaned softly as Asher's tongue explored my mouth while I grind against him in the car.

Something is wrong with me. I've been feeling wrong ever since last night when I saw my mate naked.

I'm here having a heated make-out session with my fiancé because he had forgiven me for what I did yesterday. It took a lot of apologies to get to this moment, so I'm supposed to treasure our time together, but as I grind against Asher, I can't stop myself from imagining that I'm riding on Xavier's huge d**k. For the first time in my life, I feel like cheating on my fiancé.

This is wrong.

Asher's strong hands held my waist, slowing me down from my movement. I whimper against his lips because this little action wasn't enough to calm the throbbing in my core.

Perhaps I needed to get laid. I have been a virgin for too long; this must be why my body is so affected by the naked image of that blue-eyed devil.

I ran a hand over the soft wave in Asher's hair and sucked his lips before biting gently between my teeth.

I could tell from his firm hold that he wanted me to stop. Usually I listen to any slight messages I feel from his body, but not today. I felt so horny and irritated because I can't control it. I have never felt like this before.

My lips softly trace Asher's jaw and then kiss his neck, because he has suddenly stopped kissing me, and the attempt I make for us to continue doesn't seem to be working.

I stopped and forced myself not to flinch from the annoyed expression on Asher's face.

Still trying my best to be seductive, I slowly began to pull down my gown over my shoulder.

Asher's eyes turned serious; he clenched his jaw in an anger he was trying hard to control as he stopped me. “What the hell do you think you are doing, Emery?” he asks in a mean tone that makes me feel stupid.

Deep inside, I was trying hard not to lose my confidence. Maybe I will stop thinking about Xavier, and my lustful desires for him will die if I let Asher have s*x with me. For so long I have been making him wait.

“I have been thinking about us,” I lied. My whole mind has been consumed with thoughts of a blue-eyed devil.

I gave Asher a smile; it didn't soften the expression on his face.

“I'm ready for us to move our relationship to the next level.” I tried pulling down my dress, but Asher's firm hands stopped me.

“Get the f**k off me.” He growls, making me flinch.

I quickly scrambled out of his lap and straight to the passenger seat; I felt the harsh blanket of embarrassment wrapped over me, filling my inside with shame. As I finally force myself to accept another truth about Asher, he doesn't want me. Or maybe I'm mistaken. I'm the one who's always attempting to move things too fast between us.

Tears filled my eyes. From the side of my vision, Asher pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh in frustration.

“Emery.” His tone appeared softer this time. With both of his hands he cups my cheek. “I didn't want to raise my voice at you; it's just that you weren't listening to me. You aren't acting like yourself today; it's the reason why I shouted at you. Why are you suddenly interested in having s*x with me?” He sounded genuinely confused.

I have always wanted to have s*x with him, but I had thought that Asher would love me more if we both waited until the day of our wedding night. I thought giving my very first to him on a day like that would make things more special and memorable between us.

Asher never apologized whenever he offended me; he often blamed me for being the reason why he acted the way he did. Which meant two things: I needed to change my attitude and apologize to him again. Because it's my fault. Any argument between us is always my fault.

“I just wanted a change in our relationship.” I muttered, unable to look Asher in the eyes.

“A change?” Asher asked coldly. “Change isn't something that looks good on you. Remember, we both agree to wait until after marriage. I have been keeping myself for you because of that. Don't try and do anything that will get me angry. I want to be good to you, Emery, and I can't do that when you get me angry. You are the future Luna of this pack; you are supposed to have self-control. Suggesting that we f**k in the car even though we are clearly late for our lectures shows your lack of self-control.”

“I'm sorry.”

Asher's thumb brushes my cheek before letting go, leaving behind a cold feeling.

***

Lectures were over for the day.

Anna (Annabella) followed me to where Asher was waiting for me, close to his car.

Asher needed to drop me off at home before heading off to the training grounds at Nightlight Werewolf Academy. It was mandatory for every young shifter to attend the academy; I would have followed Asher there if I were a shifter. Painfully, non-shifters are not allowed to step foot in the prestigious academy. Being the alpha daughter could help me get a look at the academy grounds, but it can never make me a student there.

Knowing that I'm never going to be like the others is exactly what stops me from being pathetic enough to show myself at the academy just because I'm the alpha daughter and Asher is my fiancé.

Asher smiled and pecked my lips when he saw me and then whispered in my ear, “Wipe off that dull expression from your face; if you act like that because I refuse to f**k you this morning, everyone is going to think that I'm treating you badly.”

My eyes widen over his words. I hope Anna didn't hear that.

I shake my head at Asher, hoping to clear the misunderstanding as I wrap my arms around his waist, holding him tight. “Sorry, I'm only feeling down because I missed you.”

“You two are the most adorable couple in this college.” Anna giggles softly behind me.

Asher pushes away from me and greets Anna with a smile that's too bright for my liking, but I know he doesn't mean anything by it.

Anna is labelled by the pack members as the prettiest female in the pack. Every male wants to date her, and every female wants to be her, and I'm no exception.

Anna is an orphan. I met her after the death of my mom. Although our physical appearances were different, we both clicked and have been best friends ever since. She will never do anything to hurt me.

“It seems you have been working hard, Asher.” Anna playfully elbowed Asher; her small, petite figure made her elbow barely touch his ribs, because he was larger and taller than she was.

I hate it whenever they both stand close because they look perfect together. She unconsciously made me feel as though I'm too tall and too fat for my boyfriend.

Anna pointed at the diamond necklace on my neck. The present Xavier gave me last night. Funny, I'm trying to forget about him while I can't stop myself from trying on what he gave me.

“I never knew you had exquisite taste; that necklace is beautiful.” Anna said in a tone that seemed forced, with slight accusations in her voice.

Asher's eyes harden as he notices the necklace on my neck for the first time today, and that shows that since he picked me up from the house, he hasn't properly been looking at me.

“I didn't buy that necklace for Emery; it looks too expensive. For a future Luna who's supposed to know how to save, you can't stop yourself from splurging your father's wealth just so that you can let everyone in the pack know that you are a rich spoiled brat?” He snapped at me, disappointment on his face, before he turned his back on me and then opened the passenger side of the car.

Anna got in, and Asher shut the door, leaving me in shock.

A sorry expression appears on Anna's face as she speaks in a sweet tone. “I forgot to tell you. My car broke down, so Asher agrees to drive me to the academy. I hope you don't mind if I share a ride with you two.”

“You aren't sharing a ride.” Asher's voice was cold as he got into the car. “Emery is taking a cab home; since she has so much money to throw around for pretty jewelry, I'm sure she doesn't mind.” His hands gave a smooth spin over the wheels as he snarled at me and then drove away. Leaving me behind.

I felt something hard on my throat, choking me, and then I forced out another apology to the space where Asher's car had been but was now empty.

A silent sob rips from my chest and then shakes my whole shoulders as I crouch down and bury my face between my knees, letting myself cry over the pain of being left behind.

Asher didn't even give me a chance to explain myself; he's always quick to draw his own conclusions whenever Anna is around.